Staying virgin… a quaint little notion,
And shrouded with guilt and emotion…
Get fucked and be done with it!
Grab it and run with it…
Fuck! It’s a piss in the ocean!
Tag: virginity
Handbag
Of her cherry, at last, disencumbered,
She sighed with relief, although lumbered,
It seemed, with this jock…
Just a man… just a cock,
But his days as her handbag were numbered.
Rights and wrongs
Her virginity rankled, poor kid…
Just a nuisance, of which to be rid…
Maybe one of these nights
She might auction the rights…
Kill two birds… maybe make a few quid!
Men are bastards
Men are bastards, she’d learned to her cost.
She’d been wooed, screwed, and then double-crossed!
I’m a damn fool, she sighed…
Never mother, nor bride…
Just my fucking virginity lost!
Now or never
End of school dance, the kids are all bopping..
Past midnight, and don’t look like stopping!
From back seats of cars,
Draped with panties and bras,
The shrill sounds of young girls’ cherries popping!
Give an inch
She’d agreed just to give him some head,
And now look where her kindness has led!
By some foul means or fair,
Naked, legs in the air…
Her virginity hangs by a thread!
Turning point
She should maybe have sex with this guy.
He was cute. Not a word of a lie!
All her friends thought she had…
Could it be all that bad?
It was sort of why not, more than why.
Frilly knickers
Frilly knickers, scrunched up, at his feet.
What’s the story? Love? Lust? Bitter? Sweet?
Of virginity lost?
Or just carelessly tossed,
Stained and soggy, leaf-strewn, on the street?
Liar dice
The whole night, in her damp bed, she tossed.
She’d risked all, rolled the dice, and she’d lost!
Now he’s had his vile way,
(To him just sordid play),
And she’s ruined, virginity lost!
Pop goes the weasel
Flushed and wide-eyed, her pulse all aflutter,
“Be still, heart!” was all she could mutter.
He said “Should I stop?”
“Oh God! No!” … Then a POP!
In it slipped, like a hot knife through butter!